Prelogue to The Fairies
One morning I saw her...
Untouched by the fear of life, Unaffected by the heavy rhythms,
Unflinching in the face of boredom, She comes from the ethereal realms....
A Fairy of light, floating gently amongst the shadows.
I try to catch her!
but her lithe ephemeral body moves thru the trees like a phantom.
Sitting amidst the meadow flowers,
sparkling and laughing with the Bees,
she paints the air....
P McB 21st century writings #true stories
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